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He will answer you with a tongue of steel.

Go, go;—you shall learn my will anon.

Every moment is precious! [Seizes his hand.] King Skule, let us break down all the bridges, fight like Wolves, and trust in Heaven!

[Softly.] Heaven trusts not in me; I dare not trust in Heaven.

Short has been the saga of the Vargbælgs.

[Goes out by the back.

A hundred cunning heads, a thousand mighty arms, are at my beck; but not a single loving, trusting heart. That is kingly beggary; no more, no less.

[From the back.] Two wayfarers from afar stand without, praying to have speech with you my lord.

Who are they?

A woman and a priest.